Right now, our friend Foy Brown is using his tractor and brush hog to try to get the area where the greenhouse and tower base are, plus trying to clear some of the land in the back as a good fire break. He’s having his lumps not getting stuck. My husband is monitoring, to be there in case there are questions or problems.
He just brought Amber in from the deck and dumped her into the office with me. That’s no problem, but Molly is under my feet in her bed, and Abby, the cat, is sprawled out on my husband’s chair.
It will be interesting to see if we can all co-exist for awhile together, or if I’ll need to leap up and let Molly and the cat out….
Smoke is outside somewhere, so she’s missing out on the possible excitement.